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melloween-candie · 1 year

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Teen pregnancy [P.4]

A Carl Gallagher x Fem Reader fic

Summary

You only started dating Carl for about 2 months. That was right around the time when he and Dom broke up. Deep down, you knew you couldn't compete with her. He would always choose her before you. Yet you were only 16 years old when you discovered he got you pregnant. This news terrified you so much. You didn't want to lose him, and you knew he was already going through so much shit stuff with his family and his "business." Better yet, you were scared about how your family would react, let alone his. At least you have Debbie, your best friend, who's also pregnant with you.

Warning! Betrail, Small mention of suicide, Violence, Depression, Alcohol, PDA, Manipulation, Teen pregnancy, Drugged, Cussing, Bullying, Cheating, Panic attack, Somewhat running away, Threat, Mention of abandonment

Note! If any of that makes you uncomfortable- DON'T READ THE STORY!

Word count: 981

[Angst/Fluff]

Part 1, part 2, Part 3, PART 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10 (Completed)

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/"Talking"//Thinking//Muttering-Whispering/

Time skip!~

***Carl's Pov***

I was currently standing in front of some random loser's house. The house was small and rusty, but the party seemed lit. It was loud, people were throwing things, and someone jumped from the roof. Don't know what that's all about.

As I entered the house, a bottle came flying at me. I dodged it; luckily, however, the guy behind me wasn't so lucky.

I wasn't really feeling the party. In fact, I started questioning why I was even here when I could be out with my girl. I decided to just go straight to the liquor. Figured I'd just get a little drunk, forget everything for a night, then head home.

But no, that's not what happened. What happened was that I saw Dominique with, whom I assume is her new boyfriend, since they were making out in the corner till she spotted me.

She started walking towards me, and I just stood there. I grabbed someone else's drink and chugged it down my throat.

"Hey, Carl!" She yelled. "How do you like the party?! It's great, right?!"

I shrugged my shoulders. I didn't have any intentions of hanging out with her. I just wanted to get a little drunk and then leave.

"Hey! Your cup's empty. Let me get you another drink!"

"What!?" I asked. I couldn't really hear her well due to the music.

"I said!" She yelled once again. This time only louder. "I'M GETTING YOU ANOTHER DRINK."

She grabbed my empty cup before I could do anything else. At this point, I didn't really care what she did.

I ended up stepping outside into the backyard porch. I took a seat and allowed myself to just think.

Man, why do I feel like this? I mean, what am I really doing here? I could be having a good time with my girl, but... god screw this.

I wasn't about to start mopping at a party. I was about to leave, but then Dom walked outside. She was holding two bottles. Somewhat stumbling.

"Heyyy! There you are." She said, giggling a little, taking a seat next to me. She handed me a bottle of beer. I took it stupidly enough.

She leaned in closer. "So, how are you feeling?"

I just stared at her. She smelled like beer and kept wiggling in her seat with a strange smile.

"Come on, Carl. You came here to let loose, so let loose!" She clinked our glasses together.

"..."

"Oh, come on! At least drink it. If I knew you were going to be a deadbeat, I would have never invited you." She said, standing up.

I sighed and drank the whole bottle.

Maybe she's right... It's been a while since I actually had fun. With Nick leaving and my girl being pregnant. Life was complicated.

So I chugged down the whole bottle.

At the time, I thought it was just regular old beer, but damn, I was wrong...

I started to hallucinate. I tried to get up, but I kept stumbling. The last thing I saw was Dominique; she stopped smiling weirdly and stood up straight, looking at me with a straight face as I fell.

-Black out-

Time skip!~

***Y/n's Pov***

It has been a few days since you last saw your boyfriend. He's been sick for most of the week since it is now Wednesday.

You were walking to your last class of the day till something caught your eye. Your locker, it was covered with foul words.

Sl*t, Cu*t, Wh*re. If you can think of it, it was there. You opened it only to find a fake baby doll covered with dirt. It was missing an eye, and it was hairless and naked. They even attached a fake umbilical cord to it... creepy would be an understatement.

You found a piece of paper attached to it. Opening it, you read-

"Stay away from Carl, you wh*re. He's my baby daddy now, bi*ch."

On the paper, there was a picture attached to it. It showed Carl... fu*king- DOM!?

Your whole world started to crumble. You fell to your knees. Holding the paper while grasping your mouth. You couldn't believe it. He said he'd never-

You ran to the nearest bathroom and puked. You didn't even notice there was a girl standing in the bathroom. Whipping her face.

"Hey!?" She seemed angry since you kinda shoved her, but when she heard your sobbing, she realized.

"Y/n? Is that you? Are you ok?" She asked worriedly. "It's me... Debbie."

You opened the stall door. Your knees close to your chess. You looked at her with wet eyes. You were a mess.

"What happened-"

You didn't even need to say anything. She saw the paper, and that was it.

Time skip!~

That night you and Debs didn't go home. You both stayed out. Talking about everything that happened.

"So let me get this straight. You saw him talking to Dom, then he processed to cancel on the ultrasound we had today, lying to you about needing to do something, then he went to a party just to fu*k Dominique?!"

"Yup..."

"THAT SON OF A BI*CH! I'm ashamed to call him my brother!" She said in disgust as she munched on her sandwich. "I swear to you, Y/n, once I see him, I'm not gonna beat him up; I'M GONNA KILL HIM!"

"Yeah..." You looked down at your sandwich... "Well, what about you? How's it going with you and Derek."

"Derek, who?" She spits. "That mother fu*ker left."

She looked down at her sandwich and sighed.

"I wanted to be a part of his family. I wanted to have a family- with him! But no. At first, I thought his family was trying to separate us, but in truth, he ran."

You rubbed Debbie's back, and she smiled at you.

#shameless #carl gallagher #carl gallagher x reader #debbie #teen pregnancy #betrail #violence #depression #manipulation #cheating #running away #threat #drama #teenage romance

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the-martini-can-go-brr · 2 years

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Um........... Betrail ????

#wild kratts #idk lmao #idk what to tag this as #ASDFvSDFGH #pls help me #Martini betrails Brother!!

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ethernitty · 1 year

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ey fun song, nevermind its the epilogue and i dont wanna be sad

#worst betrailal of all time #i wanted in my life but noooo #you get the song bout the sad old man

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realspacejunk · 2 months

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Across the sprawling tapestry of our world, amidst the flat lands and forests, the mountains' solemn peaks, the rugged coasts, sprawling dunes and the silent depths of cavernous earth, there stand monuments of enigmatic grandeur. Reminders of a time forgotten, there lie scattered remnants of the bygone Age of Wonders, veiled in mystery and cloaked in the hushed secrets of heresy. These ruins, wrought of ethereal white stone intertwined with veins of golden and silver, stand as solemn sentinels to an era lost. Their works speak of skill and power beyond our reckoning, a testament to the ingenuity of minds now forever stilled. Tales among the learned speak of a people long vanished, a race of ancients known as the Nairim. Once, they walked beneath the god's golden light, their footsteps echoing through the halls of time, the wonders of their creation inspiring fairy tales of fools. Yet, lust for grandeur and folly marked their days, and they dared to defy the gods themselves, their ambition a flame that consumed them til their race was destroyed and their last bones became dust. They stand as a warning, a cautionary tale of betrail enshrined in words and tongue. To admire the ruins of the Nairim is to court the ire of powers long dormant, to stir the embers of forgotten evil. Thus the voices of the wise counsel against delving too deeply, against unravelling the threads of a past best left undisturbed and buried. Let the ruins of the Nairim, these Humans, stand as silent witnesses to the folly of their hubris, as testament to the fragility of mortal pride. Let them stand, and let us heed the lessons they impart, lest we too be consumed by the flames of our own hubris and the thoughts of heretical darkness.

Thalas the historian, History of the White Towers - Introduction to the Old Cultures of the Continent of Sands Fourth Age

#fantasy #art #pokemon #pokemon mystery dungeon #fantasy art #digital art #character #kritaart #pmd #heliolisk #ruins #ancient ruins

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sheeple · 9 months

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Miracles don't exist | 17: Exploding hippogriffs

Genre(s): Riddle!reader / Slytherin!reader / kinda slowburn / little happy moments Fandom(s): Harry Potter Pairing(s): Theodore Nott x Reader / Harry Potter x Riddle!reader Summary: Being the Dark Lord's daughter and raised under the strict supervision of the Malfoy's is no easy life. Especially if you start crushing on your father's arch-nemesis, Harry Potter. And that while being engaged to one of his follower’s sons. Warning(s): Non-con kissing? / angry Harry A/n: I know Death Eaters can't cast a patronus, but I don't care. [Masterlist] [Mini masterlist] [Playlist]

Meet me in the Viaduct courtyard. — Harry

You look up from the letter and meet the boy’s eyes from across the Great Hall. Did he seriously owl you to talk to you? That’s bold. You nod and stand up from your seat at the table. “I’m going for a walk. The pudding isn’t sitting right with me.”

“Do you want me to join you?” Theodore is already halfway standing, but you lay a hand on his shoulder and push him down.

“I’m fine, I just need some air.”

You give Harry one last glance before walking as casually as possible out of the Great Hall as possible. Making your way to one of the secluded areas of the courtyard, you wait for Harry to show up.

And once he does, he immediately rushes towards you. A bold smile grows on his face before he kisses you. It’s not a peck or on the cheek. No. It’s a full-blown kiss.

Surprised, your hands are suspended in the air and eyes blown wide. Finally breaking from your shock, you push Harry away. Before he can question your action, you blurt out the truth. “I’m engaged!”

His shoulder sag and you feel guilty. You clutch a hand in over your mouth. “I-I’m sorry, Harry. I shouldn’t have said it like—”

“To who?”

You flinch at his harsh tone. “Theodore Nott”, you say in a small voice, almost a whisper. You take a cautious step back as the anger rolls off Harry in waves.

Harry’s face hardens. “The git ignored you all last term and suddenly you’re engaged to him? You’re unbelievable, Black.”

“I-I can’t… It was not my decision. If I had the choice to get out of the stupid tradition, I would! Besides, you knew! I told you!”

Shaking his head, Harry turns around. His fists are balled and his nostrils flared. “It’s always you lot that blames your own wrongdoings on ‘traditions’.”

“My lot? Who, Harry? Slytherins? Purebloods?” You cock your head to the side, getting pissed off. You’re seriously taken aback by his sudden demeanour.

“Death Eaters!”

You can feel something snap between the both of you. Both your eyes are wide. You’re shocked. Baffled by what he just said. And Harry’s are wide with shame.

“So that’s how you think about me.” You take a step away from The Boy Who Lived, betrail tasting sour on your tongue. “Guess Weasely was right. There are no nice Slytherins.”

Shaking wildly his head, Harry tries to grab your hand, but you’re quick to snatch it away from his touch like he burns you. “N-no! You’re not one of them! You’re good! I don’t… I don’t know why I said that.”

“You wouldn’t say it if you didn’t mean it. I know who my family is, and what they have done. Not everybody is like their family. Not everybody is amazing Harry Potter, whose parents are considered heroes.”

You raise your head high and turn to walk away. Yes, you have so much more to say to him, but that would only lead to pain and heartbreak. And you do not have the energy to do that right now.

Even later that day, when you're laying like a sea star on your bed. Theodore's sitting at the foot, actually studying for once. You're still hurt by Harry's words. You should have said those words to hurt Harry just as much as he has you.

But you want to be better. You don't want to be the person they expect you to be.

"Theo", you say suddenly, wanting to talk about anything else. The dark-haired boy hums as a sign that he is listening. "Why did you join the Inquisitorial Squad?"

Theo's quill hovers a couple of inches above the parchment as his neck turns a blotchy red. "Do you promise to not laugh?"

That pulls your attention and you flip onto your belly, you head next to Theo's. You nod and keep your face as neutral as possible.

"I knew you joined that illegal DADA study group of Potter's, and I want to... I don't know. I was so irritated with that. And once Malfoy and the others spoke about joining Umbridge's squad to catch Potter, I joined too."

A smile grows on your face as you lean up on your elbows. "Theodore Nott, were you so jealous that you joined Umbridge's ass-kissing force?"

A vibrant blush colours Theo's cheeks and he turns his face away embarrassed. You roar with laughter, rolling onto your back. Theo jumps up from his position on the ground and jumps on top of you.

His hands find your sides and he starts to tickle you. Uncontrollable laughter rings loudly through the dorm room. You trash wildly, trying to take hold of Theo's hands to stop his assault.

Finally, when Theo stops, he's hovering over you. One hand next to your face and the other resting on your side. He has a look in his eyes, one you recognise from Harry. A pit forms in your stomach and your smile drops, turning your head to the side.

A concerned frown grows on Theo’s face. He softly and slowly lays a hand on your cheek, making you face him again. “I won’t force you. No matter how much I am dying to kiss you, I will never do it if you’re not one hundred per cent okay with it.”

You gaze into his eyes, seeing nothing but sincerity in the dark-haired boy. A shy smile grows on your face and you reach up, planting a soft kiss on his cheek. "Thank you", you whisper, grabbing his elbow and squeezing it.

Harry won't look at you. And to be fair, you're relieved. Ron also seems to give you dirty glances and you figured that he told his best friend. Of course, you would do the same. If you had one. On the other hand, Hermione looks at you in pity. If Ron knows, so does Hermione. You haven't had the chance to speak to her, as the next DA meeting is in fifteen minutes.

You're moving as swiftly as you're possible through the hallways, all to avoid Filch and the Inquisitorial Squad. You hear footsteps getting near so you move to the furthermost corner of the hallway. Hidden in the darkness you spot Goyle, some guy from the Slytherin quidditch team, and Theo pass by you.

Whsipering his name, you make Theo stop in his tracks. His eyes search around until he spots you. You sign for him to keep silent as the two dum heads keep on walking.

"What are you doing here?", he whispers harshly as he grasps both your arms. He looks over his shoulders, seeing the two boys disappearing behind a corner. "Listen, I don't know how or why but Umbridge is planning something for Potter's study group. You should not go tonight."

Frowning, you lay a hand on top of his. "I have to go. He's teaching the Patronus charm tonight. It's important..."

Theodore sighs but relaxes his hold on you. "Fine— just stay safe okay? I'll try to hold them off as long as possible but I can't promise anything."

With a nod and a smile, you press a featherlight kiss on his cheek before hurrying down the corridor and to the suddenly-appearing door.

You try to get Harry's attention, try to speak to him about Umbridge's plan, but the Griffydor boy is dead set to dodge you. After half an hour you give up and focus on the lesson at hand.

"Make a powerful memory, the happiest you can remember." Harry walks across the room, helping people raise their wands.

You sigh, knowing this will be a difficult task. Hermione, next to you, looks at you and gives you a sympathetic glance. "You have one in mind?"

"One... maybe two could work", you shrug, "you?"

"Let's try!"

"A full-bodied Patronus is the most difficult to produce but shield forms can also be equally useful against a variety of opponents. Just remember, your patronus can only stay as long as you are focused."

Okay. Focus. You've got this. Happy memory. Happy memory... ah! You start to envision the Yule ball. Dancing with Theodore and Gjol. Weak white whisps come out of the tip of your wand. No, not good enough.

You look at Hermione and see that she has conjured up a full-bodied Patronus. An otter.

Determined to do better, you search for a happier memory. Theodore... the muggle film theatre... popcorn... kissing Theo on the cheek... Something powerful travels through you and out comes a- a hippogriff?

The majestic beast struts through the chamber, spreading its wings and knocking two people off their feet. Everybody stops to stare at you and your hippogriff.

Just as you want to reach out and touch your Patronus, the room starts to shake. Like it's an earthquake. But the trembles are too rhythmic. Too controlled. The lights flicker and you all slowly walk towards where the booming comes from- the entrance.

The mirrors crack and fall, revealing a small hole in the wall. And just Harry goes to look through it, you all head, "bombarda maxima", and Harry can jump out of the way just in time before the wall explodes.

Through the gaping hole in the wall stands Umbridge with her squad and Cho Chang looking like she wants to cry being held by Draco. At the far back, you see Theo and you make eye contact. He gives you a look that says he's sorry. And you nod. You understand. It's not his fault. And it's not yours, for wanting to do the right thing for once.

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i-dont-know-i-just-like-dragons · 7 months

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So I know everyone hates c!Schlatt (except the odd apologist which I’ll never understand) but I wish he got revived. Not because I miss the character particularly but because everyone on the server HATES him.

Everyone had a grudge against him Tommy, Tubbo, Quackity, Wilbur, Nikki, Phil, Fundy, Every. Single. Person.

The server is built on delicate alliances for frivolous gain. Every one of those is destined to fall apart and end in betrail for what? They keep choosing sides.

But if Schlatt got revived?

Nothing united stronger than hatred, that’s how humans evolved, to tear down common enemies and then each other. Every single person on the server would be on the same side for the first time. They would put aside their differences and grudges to collectively beat the shit out of a former dictator.

One glorious moment.

The peace lives as long as everyone’s hatred for someone that has wronged them in any number of ways.

#mcytblr #dsmp #dream smp #dsmpblr #c!schlatt #fuck c!schlatt #c!quackity #c!pumpkinduo #c!wilbur #c!tommy #c!fundy #c!nikki #c!philza #c!tubbo #dreamsmp #dsmp lore #lmanburg

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el-yon · 1 year

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Personal Bleach Positivity time for a good week.

So here I am, struggling with being a mentor/supervisor to late teens/early twenties while still figuring stuff for myself (not a real adult! i'm six kids in a trenchcoat!), and I am appreciating Bleach themes again -- this time, this is about mentorship.

I related so hard to the damaged Lieutenants ensemble in my school and workplace life, dealing with various awful situations, and now I find myself constantly wondering: "ok I am not an Aizen, but geez, how does one not screw this up?!". How do you build trust with someone who depends on you without overstepping? how do you know when to step in, when to step back?

And wow, I am loving Shinji and Momo more than ever

Because you know, Shinji's initial approach to Ichigo was bad - he was also hiding stuff from him, pushing for him to join them and manipulating Ichigo's doubts and struggles to get him to where Shinji (and the Vizards) wanted him to be. But that changes as he realizes Ichigo's not part of them, and Shinji's not going to make up for the damaged Captain-Lieutenant relationship with Aizen by training this new superpowerful kid.

Shinji gets a second chance with Momo and OH do they get it right! I have this feeling that were it not for Momo, Shinji might have not re-joined the Gotei, and were it not for Shinji, maybe Momo wouldn't have been able to fully get back either - Kubo did a wonderful job here. Aizen damaged Shinji, his Captain, and Momo, his Lieutenant: in a cascading and ripple effect that reached most of the Divisions, his betrail severed the very bonds that make the Gotei work, which is the emotional trust (not just hierarchy/discipline) between mentor/mentee, chief and subordinate. Aizen never let himself be mentored (by anyone, I'm assuming), and never mentored. Shinji meets Momo in the worst of the circunstances and he sees the damage in her that mirrors his own, and he chooses to re-builds that bond that has been severed.

We don't know how long it took, but Shinji read Momo, her hardworking self, her talent, her kind and helpful nature, and figured out how to bring the best in her - he was finally mentoring someone. On the other side there is Momo, displaying one of the most phenomenal example of strenght of heart in all worlds, who found it in herself the will to get back on her feet, back to work, and most of all, to trust again, let herself be mentored, and would you look at how amazing it is when it is done right.

Same goes for the healing and rebuilding processes of Rose and Izuru, Kensei and Shuuhei (even though Kensei takes a cof cof different approach), other cases such as Byakuya and Renji, or Yoruichi and Soi Fon, and even Rukia -- who was stripped of the mentee position from Kaien, pushed into a mentor position with Ichigo. But Ichigo is not her subordinate, and she re-teaches herself how to be a supportive friend to both him and Orihime (Rukia stepping up to train her is very important to me so it goes here).

Mentorship is a relationship, is a bond, and even if it has a time frame, it requires equal levels of respect, empathy, dedication, ethic, and trust from both sides -- and I'm talking from the toxic-filled environment of Academia but this goes for all mentor/mentees bondings out there.

#bleach appreciation #shinji hirako #momo hinamori #i want a whole novel on the 5th Division rebuilding process #i am an absolute sucker for this Shinji - Momo sketch #look at his face #and Momo's #oh my heart

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kiwi2229 · 5 months

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Engraving in the stone

(James Potter / Regulus Black | 537 words)

For @jegulus-microfic prompt: Glimpse

CW: Referenced to past MCDs

Say that being back at Hogwarts after so many years is hard is an understatement. When Remus accepted the job, he didn’t think about how the memories would haunt him, how every corner would be a reminder of how alone he is. No, he thought that Hogwarts was the only place he felt happiness. Fortunately, the students kept him busy for his mind to drown in melancholy. But tomorrow is Christmas and that means the castle is almost empty.

Remus wonders around and it feels like he can see a glimpse of his past life behind every corner. For a moment he allows himself to live in denial. He pushes all the sad memories away. All the war and betrail, death and heartbreak.

Instead, he focuses on laughter that echoed in the halls. James had such a bright smile. It brightens the room instantly. In retrospect Remus has to admit that James was the happiest in their 6th year. Remus never understood why James fell in love with Regulus out of all people. But he didn’t need to understand. All it took was to remember the way James’ eyes sparkled so full of life. How he talked to Remus about his boyfriend, because he just had to share it with someone.

He saw them only a handful of times together. They had to keep their relationship a secret. But the times he witnessed them he can swear it was love. James always loved with his whole heart. Remus never had a doubt. It was Regulus who surprised him. He watched James like he was the eighth wonder of the world. He touched him in such a delicate way like James was the world's most valuable treasure.

Remus sits at the hidden enclave way at the abandoned part of the castle. He traces the old stones that have been here for centuries and will stand here way after all of them are dead. Unchanging constant. Walls of this castle witnessed children grow up, and lovers fall in love in the most surprising way, they laugh and kiss, cry and argue. It remembers them breaking up and trying to move on. Most of the people are gone now. Their footsteps will never echo in these halls.

Remus traces the scratched R + J into the stone wall in the enclave. It was their hiding spot. They spend hours here just being in love and young. Remus wishes to go back in time and stop them from leaving. Not to rush through it. To tell them to stay here even five minutes more, because you never know when you will run out of time. And they did, way too soon. He can’t. They are both gone, destroyed in the war they had to fight.

He used to be angry and how it all played out. That Regulus stayed with his family being on the opposite side of the war. But they were children back then. He is not anymore. He understands now that stories are never this simple. He looks back at the engraving. He throws a preservation spell on it. At least this way, the memory of love that never could survive in the cruel world will live on.

#no beta we die like Regulus and James #It was supposed to be healing but it just made me cry #sorry?#regulus black #james potter #remus lupin #james potter x regulus black #james x regulus #jegulus #marauders #marauders era #jegulus microfic #kiwi2229 writes microfics

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nekoashiii · 1 year

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Ok, but what if, hear me out hear me out, Having gained Scara's trust and him letting you be the first friend he's had in a while, you(the reader) take him around the nations we have access to in-game and all is going good. He abandoned(or at least put on hold) his plan of becoming a god and just enjoyed his time with you, learning new things about life and emotions, even getting along with some people.

That is until the academia(mad about all of the things waisted on trying to make Scara into a god yet it all going to waste) decide to hit him where it really hurts.

Moving to the present where you lay dead in his arms, last words being "I'm sorry". He feels the pain again, the same pain he's felt before, but this time he knows what it is. He doesn't confuse it for betrail like before, no no no, it's a raging fury all for the sages of the academia. The ones responsible for your death, the ones responsible for ripping away the one good thing he's had in so long. His anger isn't directed towards you, but it's most definitely used as fuel to avenge you. Maybe all of the mora and materials that the sages put into him becoming a god might be useful after all.

(Pain and suffering for all >:D)

Thanks for making me cry, my eyes were dry for awhile.

#genshin impact x reader #yandere genshin impact #genshin impact angst #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche angst #13 reasons why we need to kill Azar

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yga-vn · 5 months

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I LOVEE Viktor + is it okay if uhm u share Viktor facts??? 👀

(nsfw or not idm)

I think I did share some NSFW facts about Viktor, I'll bout this below:

some normal facts about Viktor:

1) He 100% a grimlin, pretty chaotic but in a good way

2)He used to have 2 little sisters in his past life

3)Viktor is born in the 1920's in America

4) He is extremely flexible

5) he doesn't handle betrails and lied very well

6) Viktor likes to have fun and fuck arround literaly. But if he ever get into a seriouse relationship he would imediatly stop fucking arround and will prioritise his lover. Funny enough they are pretty loyal

7) They are extremely straightforward

#viktor 😈#sensitive content🔞

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melloween-candie · 1 year

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Teen pregnancy [P.6]

A Carl Gallagher x Fem Reader fic

Summary

Warning! Cussing, Mention of rape, Mention of cheating, Depression, Betrail, Teen pregnancy

Note! If any of that makes you uncomfortable- DON'T READ THE STORY!

Word count: 778

[Angst/Fluff]

Part 1, Part 2, part 3, Part 4, Part 5, PART 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10 (Completed)

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/"Talking"//Thinking//Muttering-Whispering/

Time skip!~

***Y/n's Pov***

You and Debbie were in a bathroom waiting for everyone to leave and for the crowd to die down once the bell rang. Once it did, Debbie started talking.

"Ok, so listen. I know you're in a really shi*ty position right now, and I'ma be honest with you, I've talked to carl-"

"You did what! Haven't I told you before how I don't want you getting involved with our bullsh*t!"

You weren't really mad at Debbie. You knew where she was coming from. It's just that you didn't want to make things worse, and you didn't want anyone to get involved because you didn't want them to make things worse. Whether it was intentional or accidental.

"No, just listen." Debbie grabbed your shoulders. "This is kind of a good thing... At least for your relationship- I think."

What is she talking about...?

"I think Dom raped Carl."

You just stood there looking at her as if she was insane.

"Look, I know my brother, ok. If I'm honest, he's probably the nicest Gallagher there is. I know shocking don't tell him I said that, but anyways he wouldn't lie about this."

"Do you guys have proof? Claiming someone of raping another is kind of a big deal..."

"Carl's working on it."

_Rewind_

The next day Carl and Debbie went to school with a plan. Carl didn't want to lose you, and Debbie already hated Dom, so Debbie agreed to tell you everything while Carl went to go confront Dom.

***Carl's Pov***

I was walking down the halls, trying to find Dom. When I found her, I spotted her talking to her boyfriend. A few seconds later, the dude grew extremely angry. He ended up yelling at her... Something about 'how dare you do this' and 'we're through!' Pretty sure they just broke up.

Maybe she cheated on him too. I couldn't help but snicker at that.

Once he was gone, I started walking toward her. She sat down on a bench in between the lockers.

"Dom, we need to talk."

She looked up at me with misty eyes.

Was she crying?

"What do you want? Can't you see I'm a little busy..." She whipped away a tear.

I sat down beside her, not really knowing how to bring up the whole- issue.

"Look. About that party... I don't really remember much. Can you explain to me what happened-"

I was kind of betting on her to just admit it. I know, stupid.

"How the he*l could you not remember?! My boyfriend broke up with me because of what YOU DID!" She stood up clearly angry.

"The he*l did I do?"

Did I really fu*ked up?

"YOU IMPREGNATED ME!"

_End of Rewind_

***Y/n's Pov***

Once Debbie was done explaining everything, she asked me if I was willing to give Carl another chance. I wasn't entirely sure of what to do, but I still loved him. Eventually, lunchtime came around. She said that Carl was gonna meet us at our usual spot and reveal everything that Dom told him if she told him anything...

A few minutes later, I saw Carl exiting the lunch line with his tray in hand. He was walking with Dom... I started feeling nauseous. The worst part was that we made eye contact. I had major mixed feelings. I didn't understand why he would make Debbie say all that stuff and then proceed to sit with my enemy.

I looked at Debbie but this time with tired eyes. I was a raging, hormonal, pregnant 16-year-old teenage girl with a boyfriend who was so hot and cold I could die from hyperthermia and a heat stroke at the same time.

"What the he*l is he doing?" Debbie muttered under her breath. "Hey, listen, I'm sure he's just getting more info. You know, proof and stuff."

All I said in reply was- "Sure."

***Carl's Pov***

"How the he*l did I impregnate you?!?!" He said. "We always used protection! And that was like- a while ago!"

"You still don't believe the fact that we did it at the party?" She looked at him as if he was stupid.

"I-" Carl's eyes landed on you.

Dom continued to walk towards her table until she noticed Carl stopped. She looked at who he was looking at and her mood dropped even more.

At that point, Carl felt as if time had frozen. He looked at Dom, then back at you. He didn't know what to do. He was torn. Ultimately, he chose to go with Dom. That's when you got up and left angry than upset, and Debbie followed.

#teen pregnancy #shameless #carl gallagher x reader #fanfiction #mention of cheating #depression #betrail #teenage romance #drama

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griffin-girl-r · 7 months

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They are coming for her

Created: 06.03.2023

Finished: 05.06.2023

Edited: 22.09.2023

Age: 4

Word count: 1,985

Warnings: Stalking, Fight

Request: Yes (Tumblr user)

Note: This story will not have a part 2

Summary: Natasha discovers that the Red Room is coming after her daughter.

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"Who is excited to go to the park?" Natasha sang as she walked inside your room, holding your jacket in her hand

"Are we going to the playground?" You asked hopefully before getting too excited

"Yes, we are, my love." Natasha giggled "Now come here and put the jacket on."

You jumped down from your bed where you were playing with your toys and rushed to Natasha, holding your arms up as you waited for her to put your jacket on you.

It was the beginning of the spring and even though outside wasn't as cold as it was a month ago, the wind was still gently blowing and your mother didn't want to risk you catching a cold.

"That's it, baby." Natasha smiled as she looked with a proud smile on her face at you, wearing your cute little jacket

"I'm going to the park!" You shouted excited as you took off running to the open door

"Baby, wait!" Natasha giggled, running off after you

"Where are you two going?" Wanda fake gasped from her place on the couch where she was sitting "Without me?"

"We are going to the park, Auntie Wanda!" You excitedly answered making Wanda laugh

"Why don't you come with us?" Natasha asked, taking the last step of the stairs and walking inside the living room, as she smiled at Wanda

"If you insist." Wanda smiled back, standing up from the couch, and turning off the TV "Only for this little cutie."

Wanda pocked your sides, making you laugh and squirm away from her in a failed attempt to get away from the tickling feeling.

"Auntie Wanda, no!" You shouted, unable to control your laugh

"This is because you wanted to go the park without me." The witch kept tickling your sides

"Mama, help!" You shouted, seeking protection from your mother

"I'm coming, sweetheart!" Natasha shouted back, giggling "Just hold on."

Suddenly, Natasha jumped on Wanda's back without a warning and started tickling the younger woman's sides.

Wanda, who was a giggling mess, tried to reach behind her to pry Natasha off of her back, but to no avail.

So instead, Wanda just settled on throwing herself on the couch, trapping Natasha in between her and the couch.

"If you want a fight, I'll give you a fight." Wanda laughed, starting to tickle Natasha

"Y/N, help!" Your mother shouted "Help Mama, please."

You, who were very captivated by the tickling fight between the two grown-up women, stood in place for a second, trying to stop yourself from laughing.

When you finally managed to regulate your breath in the slightest, you wasted no second in approaching your two favorite persons and, gathering all the force your 4-year-old body could muster, tried to push Wanda off of your mother.

"Auntie Wanda, no." You sternly said "Auntie Wanda bad. We don't hurt Mama."

"So you're taking her side?" Wanda looked offended at you but kept a wide smile on her face "You choose to betray me?! Fine! I will not make you pancakes from now on and I will take my revenge for this betrail."

And just like that, Wanda picked you up in her arms and started tickling you all over again.

It's safe to say that this tickling fight between you, your mother, and your aunt didn't end too soon and it was one to remember.

The three laughs echoed throughout the entire compound.

Natasha kept watching you, sitting next to Wanda on a bench at the playground, as you called for her.

"Mama, look!" You shouted at Natasha, smiling, as you let yourself go down the slide

"Good job, baby girl!" Your mom cheered, trying to encourage you to have as much fun as you can

"Auntie Wanda!" You shouted for the witch this time "Are you looking at me? I'm a big girl now!"

"I do, sweetheart." Wanda smiled, her eyes never leaving you just like Natasha's "Can't she just stay like this forever?" She said, turning to look at Natasha

"You've read my mind." Natasha nodded, her gaze fixed on you

Wanda sheepishly smiled at Natasha, as the older woman turned to look at Wanda with a concerned look on her face.

"Wanda, not again." Natasha scolded her friend, when realization washed over her "How many times do I have to tell you? We don't read people's minds without their consent or unless it's absolutely necessary."

"I'm sorry..." Wanda smiled apologetically "I couldn't help it."

Natasha shook her head in disapproval, a small smile present on her face.

"Alright." Said Natasha "I'll let it pass this time. But just know that it's very awkward and uncomfortable to have someone read your private thoughts."

"Yeah, I know." Wanda nodded "But it wasn't that bad."

"Wasn't it?" Natasha gave Wanda her famous smirk, watching in triumph as Wanda's face contracted in disgust

"Oh, Natasha, no!" Wanda shouted, shaking her head, trying to erase the image she had just seen in Natasha's mind "I didn't need to see that. I have no interest in how Y/N was conceived."

"I hope that now you've learned your lesson, Wands." Natasha smirked satisfied, crossing her legs one over the other

"I did. Jeez." Wanda dragged out "You didn't have to be so cruel."

"Oh, stop it." Natasha laughed "Don't tell me that Vision doesn't have these moves?"

"I am not going to talk about this right now." Wanda muttered embarrassed "Or ever, for that matter."

Natasha erupted in a fit of giggles, proud of her little accomplishment.

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They have been sitting on that bench for about two hours now, as you continued playing not too far away from them.

But no matter what she did, Natasha couldn't shake off the feeling that they were being watched.

Call it intuition or just simply her spy skills and high training, but every cell in her body screamed at her that something was wrong and that she needed to go and investigate in order to keep her baby safe.

"Wanda?" Natasha leaned closer to the witch and whispered in her ear "I need you to create an invisible protective shield around Y/N."

Wanda slightly shifted in her place, picking up on Natasha's anxious state.

"Why? Has something happened?" Wanda whispered concerned as she intently kept her gaze on you to make sure you were still safe

"I feel that something's off." Natasha whispered back "Someone is watching us. I just know. So I'm going to go and check. That's why I need you to protect Y/N."

Wanda's eyes widened but she quickly did as told and with one wave of her hand she created an invisible magic shield around you without questioning Natasha's gut feeling further.

Natasha mouthed a 'Thank you', before she stood up from the bench and pretended to walk in the opposite way.

But Natasha was smart.

She calmly walked until she was out of sight then took another path that led exactly to the spot where she noticed some strange movement earlier while she was at the playground.

She didn't know what to expect when she sneaked behind a tree and watched a woman intently look at Natasha's daughter from her hiding place.

Natasha's eyes widened when she noticed the suit that the woman was wearing and the symbol on her belt was too well known for Natasha.

It was one of Dreykov's Black Widows.

How was that possible?

Natasha eliminated Dreykov and the Red Room many years ago, long before Y/N was born.

How can a Widow be here spying on her innocent daughter?

Natasha could feel the blood in her veins boiling.

Anger started clouding her mind and vision as all she saw in front of her was red.

All her training, as a spy and assassin, to keep her cool temper under any situation went out the door as her maternal instinct kicked in.

The former assassin didn't think too much before jumping from her hiding place and pinning to the ground the Widow that had been watching them for the past few hours.

Natasha was met with resistance, as expected, from the other Widow who roughly looked to be the same age as Natasha.

But Natasha proved herself to be stronger and won the short fight, as the Widow gave in and stopped fighting.

"What do you want?" Natasha shouted through grinned teeth "Why are you here? Who sent you?"

"You know who sent me." The other Widow answered unphased by Natasha's death glare "And you also know why I'm here. You're smart, Widow."

Natasha pressed her forearm on the Widow's throat "I want to hear it from you. I killed Dreykov more than a decade ago."

"That's what he wanted you to believe." The younger Widow breathed out "He thought that you were smarter than this but he was so wrong."

"That still doesn't explain why you're here?" Natasha tilted her head to one side "He won't get me back."

"Oh, but who said that I'm here to take you back?" The Widow smirked "You are no use to him. But your daughter..." She giggled, making Natasha's face fill with horror "Your daughter is still young. Young enough for him to turn her into what you once were. His best assassin. His best Widow."

"Over my dead body." Natasha quickly switched back to her cold demeanor "I am not going to let my daughter become the monster I once was."

"Can't you see that he won't rest until your sweet little daughter becomes his favorite toy?" The Widow spitted back "She's already his by birth. You are his so therefore your daughter becomes his property as well and he won't stop till he won't get her."

Natasha was shocked.

Her worst nightmares turned into a reality as the only thing she dreaded the most came back into her life.

Taking advantage of Natasha's shocked state, the other Widow took her off guard and pushed the redhead off of her.

"The others already know where you hide her." The other woman told Natasha "He asked me to deliver you a message. He said that he'll take back what belongs to him. They are coming for her."

And with that the Widow took off running, leaving Natasha lying on the cold ground, with tears beaming in her eyes.

"No..." Natasha whispered under her breath, quickly standing up and turning her head in the direction of the playground

Much to her relief, you were still happily playing without a care in the world, with Wanda alert of every movement around, ready to fight if needed to protect you.

The spy desperately started running back to the playground.

Her heart beat so fast that, if Natasha didn't know better, she could swear it was about to jump out of her chest any moment.

"Wanda!" Natasha shouted, running to you "Wanda we need to go! Now!"

Wanda could hear the fear in Natasha's voice as she watched your mother pick you up and tightly hold you in her arms.

"Mama?" Your little voice asked confused

"Shh..." Natasha shushed you "We need to go, baby. I'm sorry."

"Natasha, what's going on?" Wanda questioned the older redhead, confusion written all over her face

"We have to go." Natasha instructed "I'll tell you why on the way."

"Okay." Wanda nodded, quickly picking up her bag and Natasha's that was filled with your things, and followed her friend to the car

Natasha was desperate to take you to safety.

She couldn't stand the thought of you being abducted by the man she had spent her entire life running from.

She didn't want you to go through the hell she has been in.

You are her innocent little girl.

She won't allow you to be hurt in the way she has been.

She will keep you safe even if she has to give up on her life to do so.

#mama nat #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x daughter!reader #natasha x daughter!reader #natasha's child #natasha's kid #natasha romanoff x teen!reader #natasha x teen reader #natasha x baby!reader

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lightfin · 2 months

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Ok so befor I start going on hear, I’m sorry, I’m just sorry that I even thought of this but the dynamic would be realy interesting.

SO! What if, in Wizards, where the gang (Douxie, Claire, Steve, Jim) return to the present, Jim gets corrupted, the team have to flee and Douxie comes up with his plan to save everyone, it backfires and everyone gets captured.

What if, instead of Author Killing merlin, it was Jim!

Arthur using Merlin’s champion as a show of betrail, that even Merlin’s greatest strength, his creations, can be the very thing that would cause his down fall, and his inevitable end at the hands of the hunter he neglected, one of the reason They corrupted Jim, or as they only saw, the Troll hunter.

Douxies and Jim’s relationship after, Jim Human or half troll you decide, would end up being a mixture of anger and distrust, but enviably overcoming it, both discovering who each other realy are, and opening up to the ordeal, becoming stronger allies, and friends.

Insert epic King and wiszard team up fight against the Order.

Also the emotions, the character development of the twos relationship, ( which honestly wasn’t much in cannon, missed opportunity, but that’s just my opinion.)

Douxie having to tangle with sides, one. Blaming Jim for the loss of his father figure and mentor, but the other trying to remind him it was just the corruption, making Douxie make the tough desition to live with his emotions to rise up as a leader in order to save the ones he still has( Archie and Charlie playing a big roll in that part). Finally confronting Jim in Rise of the Titans, with either a firm hand shake like they did before returning to the present, or even a hug, apologising that he had to endure the challenges of merlins visions, and not get to see the side not filled with pride. Fighting along side there new King not built from the wrath of the past, but the hope in the future.

Jim on the other side of this story, goes like this.

Jim freed from enemy control, pretends for his friends everything is fine, the truth is anything but that.

Traumatised and more afraid then ever, When Douxie suggests someone flame exgalaber, everyone agreeing it should be the trollhunter. Jim reluctant to pick up the blade, tries for his friends, but fails. Not because he can’t, but because he doesn’t believe it should be him.

He never tells anyone but he remembers everything he did as the beast, but more importantly how it felt. He would fear himself more then ever now because of how much a part of him enjoyed the Kill, and how it felt freeing, even though it was wrong. I feel there would have been a real distancing scenario hear, until someone, I vote Toby, snaps him out of it.

And at some point in the climax of the film, Jim decides to accept his fears, and embrace all that he is, beast and all, showing the enemy that saw him as nothing more then Merlin’s pawn, that he is more then what Merlin made him, his divisions his own, his heart his own, and that he was hero for any of it. He also admits to his fears to Douxie, and the two become friends, and then the epic show down happens.

Anyways that is basically a little AU idea I came up with, tell me your thoughts, and whether you would be interning seeing this as a fanfic.

#heartstorm #trollhunters #troll hunters #jim lake junior #douxie #rise of the titans #wizards tales of arcadia #freindship #emotions #again im sorry #trollhunters au

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chaotictarlos · 1 year

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Been awhile since I've dropped one for this one... I think my writing block for this one might be letting up. For my TK BreakUp Anon 💙

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“I can’t believe you think this was okay. I can’t believe you would do this to me. I thought we were going to do this together, as a team.” TK snapped at him, eyes blurring with tears that he refused to let fall. “I thought you didn’t care where we lived as long as we were together!”

“TK-”

“No, stop it. You’re just like the rest of them, taking control and doing what you think is best for me without talking to me about it,” TK shook his head. “It’s something Alex would do and in the end, I wasn’t enough for him, I guess I’m not enough for you either.

Hurt flashed in Carlos’ eyes and he stepped forward, hand reaching out like he was going to touch TK.

TK shook his head, anger, hurt, and betrail bubbling hotly through his veins. He felt trapped and like he was suffocating from his emotions.

“This… This is inexcusable, Carlos,” TK said, voice quiet. He pressed his lips into a thin line and didn’t hesitate to bolt - ignoring Carlos’ shouts of his name as he made his way down the hall and out of the building.

The moment TK stepped out into the afternoon sun, he knew that walking away was a move he would regret for the rest of his life.

Even through the anger and hurt settling in his chest, he knew he would regret blowing up at Carlos and not trying to talk about what he had done rationally.

Then again, TK had barely done anything rationally in his life.

TK had been trying so hard the past year to stop running when faced with a complication or some kind of conflict. He had been working with his therapist on different ways to cope and how to have logical and rational conversations when he was bothered by something.

And he had told himself, promised himself that he would stop running out on Carlos when things got hard or he felt backed into a corner because Carlos didn’t deserve that kind of behavior. He had made a plan that he would follow, that would encourage them to talk about and work through whatever the conflict or difference was.

However, buying them a place without talking to TK about it, or seemingly not even considering how TK would feel about it beyond his initial reaction to the place had been a step too far, didn’t fit into any of his coping skills, and was too much for TK to handle.

TK sniffled, rubbing the tears out of his eyes before making his way down the street before Carlos could come down and try to talk to him.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket, fingers fumbling as he ordered an Uber to drive him away from the man that he loved and TK had thought loved him too so that he could clear his head and decide what to do next.

He was in the Uber, giving directions to his dad’s house because he had nowhere else he could think of to go when Carlos tried to call him. TK ignored it and a text came through seconds later.

[Carlos] TK, please answer me. Where are you? We need to talk about this. Running away doesn’t solve anything and I’m not even sure why you ran this time.

[Carlos] I know I upset you, that wasn’t what I meant to do. I thought this was a good thing for us.

[Carlos] TK. Please. You promised to talk to me about these things.

[Carlos] I can see that you read my message. TK, come on, we need to talk about this. Running away right now won’t solve anything.

TK clenched his eyes shut, trying to stop another wave of tears from streaming down his face.

The Uber stops at his dad’s house and TK gets out and heads in, going straight to the guest room that he had been sharing with Carlos. He dropped down onto it, laying on his back and staring up at the ceiling as his phone vibrated again.

#t's wip wednesday #tk breakup era pov #tarlos wip #tarlos #wip wednesday

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panthera-tigris-venenata · 2 years

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Let me incoherently share my favourite Huma headcanon:

Rise timeline doesn't exist, btw, because I don't like it ✨

So, Ben is the King of Auradon at sixteen, right? That means it is also the age of majority in Auradon and on the Isle, not that anyone on the Isle really cares, but anyway. Adult stuff legal. You know, drinking, marriage...

Essentials for a king basically.

Coincidentally, when Core 4 leave for Auradon, the majority of them are sixteen: as are Sea Three.

And when the Core 4 publically declares Good, dooming the other Isle children, in they eyes of the Isle kids at least, well, it is perfectly legal for the pirates get drunk. (They'd get drunk even if it was illegal, but hey. Not the point.)

They get blackout drunk.

You know, hysterical laughter, shouting obscenities towards Auradon and Core Four, picking fights just because. The port is the epicenter of the Isle-wide ruckus, as it has clear wiev of Auradon.

Now, somewhere during that time... Harry Hook and Uma decide that they should get married. Like, right now.

They have not ever told eachother that they care of the other (not out loud), let even admit that there might be something like love between them: Villains can't love, please!

But, you know, it sounded like a good idea at that time.

And since their crew and Harry's sisters and basically all Isle kids have been shipping them since forever, they go along with it.

Gil officiates, of course: he gets the papers and gets Harriet to double check them. (Harriet then forwards the papers to Dr. F. And Yen Sid, making it as official as can be.)

Harry and Uma sign, their signatures clear for the amount of alcohol in their blood.

The hateful and resentful atmosphere turns into a careless celebration, all betrails forgotten for the night.

And when the Harry and Uma wake up next morning, well, they carry on as if nothing changed.

They don't remember a thing.

No one bothers talking to them about the wedding: Everyone assumes they know and just refuse to acknowledge it.

Harriet got just as much of a window as the two of them, and CJ is waiting for the chaotic fall out when they find out.

That doesn't happen for very long, though.

It's years after that when a wedding is mentioned on the Lost Revenge again. It's after the Royal Wedding, too.

„We should get married,“ mentions Uma offhandedly.

Harry, of course, is fully onboard with the idea. They start planning, only to be interrupted by confused Gil:

„Guys?“ he says, „You do know that you are already married, right?“

„WHAT?!“

„Well, yeah. I've got the papers in my cabin, do you want to see them?“

„YES.“

Gil fetches the certificate and the couple inspects them: They look real enough, and those are undoubtedly their signatures. And the date?

„We have been married this whole time?“ wonders Harry.

„Why didn't you tell us?!“ demands Uma, much less amused than Harry.

„Um, we,“ Gil struggles with the answer a bit, „We kidna assumed you knew.“

„What the fuck.“

(That was Uma.)

„Well, I still want a wedding,“ she says moments later, „Since I don't remember the first one.“

She glares at Harry as if it was his fault, and he just cackles: „Second wedding it is, love. Gotta up the purple dragon and the boy king, anyway.“

#disney descendants #harry hook #uma descendants #huma descendants #huma wedding #tw: alcohol #don't do that kids #but Isle kids have bad coping mechanisms #in their defence they grew up in literal prison #and also they are pirates #gil descendants #cj hook #harriet hook

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